When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a

Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in th
cleavage of
your breasts

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since depart
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried token
Of their sojourn here